I have to apologize for my silence this week.
Back to school is kicking my butt.
I believe in sucking every last drop out of summer. I've said it before, and I still firmly stand by it, but it sure does hurt.
There are two schools of thought on back to school preparation. Some people start prepping for the inevitable weeks before the big day. They get their shopping done, clothes and supplies carefully labeled and laid out. They move bedtime back minutes early each day and practice getting up early. They're ready. They're prepped.
Us? Not so much.
We come screeching into the first day of school like a runner into home plate. It's like ripping off the band aid in one swift pull.
We don't have any bedtime rules until the night school starts. We don't start waking up early until the very morning the big yellow bus comes buzzing up the hill. I'm lucky that we get backpacks packed the night before the first day. My children typically wear clothes they already have in their closets. We make it, but it hurts.
I'm quite thankful that our district starts mid-week so we only have a few days before a nice long weekend. We need those three days of rest to get our act together and get in the right frame of mind.
We're just not quite ready to let go of summer yet. Give me a few more days.